![]() Of the horror movie, where I will be victim number one,Ĭrazy uncle suddenly gone as they call back into the darkĬome on, David! Quit fooling around. ![]() I realize-right on cue-that this is the opening scene Listen to their laughter ripple along the stone. To watch their silhouettes move slowly away, to Is a little stifling, so I linger to breathe in the frissonīrought by draughts of sweet chill air and darkness, To leave and partly to watch my little brother, our lovely I find myself falling behind, partly from reluctance Light fails to reach the middle, the part where in eitherĭirection the outside world is only a dim half-sun, That blossoms at the entrance and then peters out where The road to nowhere, now a stone canvas for graffiti Twelve hundred feet cut through the mountain for With his little sister and me while their brother disdainsĮither group. My eldest nephew home from college scouting about We’re taking the loop back toward our car, my brotherĪnd his wife and my wife walking together, being adults, When the light always seems to escape before one notices. Poor middle child, he can’t stoop to look at such delightĪny more. We’re crouchedīetween all the ripe joy playing out beneath our nosesĪnd the disgusted look wrinkling her older brother’s face. ![]() Here in the middle of the trail on this glorious afternoon, Rolling all over each other on the fresh horse droppings Ask for this YDP anthology at your favorite bookstore or order it online today!Īs we pause to admire the dung beetles, dark and glistening,
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